We women, when we're searching for a meaning to our lives or for the path of knowledge, always identify with one of four classic archetypes.

If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it's the necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best.

Once a problem is solved, its simplicity is amazing.

We must get rid of the idea of fulfilling what people expect us to do, and start to do what we expect from our lives.

When you must choose a new path, do not bring old experiences with you. Those who strike out afresh, but who attempt to retain a little of the old life, end up torn apart by their own memories.

But if you've ever felt love, you'll know how painful it is to suffer for love.

Our contradictions. We are in such a hurry to grow up, and then we long for our lost childhood. We make ourselves ill earning money, and then spend all our money on getting well again. We think so much about the future that we neglect the present, and thus experience neither the present nor the future. We live as if we were never going to die, and die as if we had never lived.